Have I Told You Lately
Chapter 53: Are They All Gays?

Rachel was startled again and stared at Miles patting her chest, "Are you a ghost? Why can you walk without a sound?"

If she had a heart attack, she would definitely have been scared to death tonight.

"Haha... Have a look at my trophies." Miles waved a stack of business cards towards Rachel with a self-satisfied smile.

Rachel was stunned and glanced at the business cards in surprise, "You got so many business cards. Did you ask for them one by one?"

There were at least 30 business cards. And some of which were from vice presidents. How did he achieve it?

"Yeah. I've completed the task on time. Just now I saw you chatting happily with Mr. Ogden, so I didn't come over." Miles picked up the glass of juice and took a sip.

Rachel tilted her head and squinted at Miles, who was so self-complacent, "Did you... take advantage of your handsome face?"

"Pff!"

Miles was almost choked by the juice. He gave her a weird look and then pointed around, "are they all gays?"

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Rachel glanced around and her mouth corner twitched. She was quite speechless.

There were few women in the party.

"Plus, appearance is something about genes, and it's also a part of one's capability. You can't prejudice me." He emphasized it with dissatisfaction.

Rachel was speechless again and returned all the business cards to him, then patted his head matter-of-factly, "Good job. You didn't let me down. I will recommend you to Mr. Johnson later."

"What about you?" Miles shot her a provocative glance, "You've talked with that big shot for so long. Did you get his business card?"

Rachel raised her eyebrows, smirked, and waved the napkin in front of him, "What do you think? I'm your manager, do you think I'm a barbie doll?"

"But... Rachel... The words...are blurred." Staring at the napkin, Miles stammered and then kindly reminded.

Rachel's face changed and then she looked down at the napkin reflexively.

The napkin had been contaminated with water, causing the numbers, which were not that clear before, even more blurred. And the numbers in the middle were all illegible. "What the hell!"

Rachel's good mood instantly faded and was then replaced by coldness and gloominess. She felt as if she was put in an ice cellar. She glared at the water stain on the table and suppressed the impulse to

curse.

Her efforts before were all vain.

Seeing her gloomy face, Miles shivered and swallow salvia, and then gingerly proposed an advice, "What... what about asking him again?"

"Don't you think it embarrassing?" Ogden, a big shot, wrote down his phone number to her in person, but she destroyed the napkin and even wanted to ask him to write it again. If he refused to write again, ther it would be more embarrassing.

Being upset for a while, Rachel breathed a deep sigh, "Let it be. At least we got so many business cards today. We'll meet with Mr. Ogden someday, and I just hope that he can still remember me when we meet again."

Miles smiled flatteringly, "Who would forget a beautiful like you?"

Rachel raised her eyes heavenwards upon hearing his words.

It was early when the party was over. Seeing that there was still half an hour to get off work, she decided not to come back to the company. The two stood at the door of the hotel. "Thanks for your hard work today. You can get off work in advance. And I should go first." said Rachel.

"Where are you going?"

"Of course I'll also come back home."

Miles looked down at his wristwatch and smiled, "You can drive home? Why are you in a hurry? How about having dinner with me? I'll treat you."

"Are you sure that you'll treat me? Not asking me to pay the bill?" Rachel glanced at him in disbelief.

Miles was speechless, "Manager Lewis, can't you give me an opportunity to bribe you?"

Rachel stroked her jaw and pretended to be hesitant, "Oh if you stopping pretending to be miserable, I'll consider about it. Otherwise, I think it would trouble my conscience."

"Oh, turns out you also have conscience." Miles said in exaggerated astonishment.

They drove to a nearby restaurant and casually seated themselves in the lobby.

Miles glanced at the opposite restaurant through the window and sighed, "I heard that the hotpot restaurant opposite is newly opened and the dishes it serves are quite delicious. I planned to take you there to have a try."

Rachel hastily shook her head, "NO. I just want to eat something light recently. As for those with strong flavors, you can have them with your friends next time."

For the sake of the baby, she must pay full attention to every trivial matter.

Miles poured her a cup of hot tea and pouted insouciantly, "You've been more rounded recently. Eating light dishes can't get that much weight."

Rachel's heart misses one heat. Fearing that he might suspect him, she pretended to be annoyed and glared at her, "Who said I've gained weight? If you dare to spit out any other offensive words, I'll leave right away and come back home. Anyway, I should 'lose my weight'."

Miles hastily apologized, "Okay, okay, I won't say these again. Our Manager Lewis is the most slender, well-built and charming beauty."

"Let me order dishes." She snorted and looked askance at him, while couldn't help worrying in heart.

She would fail to keep her pregnancy a secret soon.

"What would you like? No need to be restrained, just order it."

"Rest assured. I won't be restrained." Rachel took the menu and selected dishes carefully.

She didn't ask his preference and ticked several dishes, and then handed the menu to the waitress. When the two were waiting for the dishes ordered, Rachel took out her phone and dialed Theresa.

"Mom, you don't need to cook meal for me tonight. I'm having dinner with my friend."

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"I see. Have a rest early. And don't wait for me."

"I see. I'll be carefully. Let's stop here."

Rachel hung up the phone and found Miles staring at her meaningfully when she looked up.

"Why are you looking at me in this way?"

"Rachel, I heard from our colleagues that you've got married."

Rachel lowered her head and took a sip, concealing all the emotions in her eyes, and they spoke flatly, "Shouldn't I be married at such an age? Then I'll become a spinster. I think I'm not that ugly that no one was willing to marry me."

As a matter of fact, she was quite young. She had married Kenneth at the age of 24 and was now 27. It was common that girls at her age hadn't gotten married.

Many that was because she had experienced a lot, that her enthusiasm for things had faded and her way of thinking had become mature.

"That's true." Miles pondered for a few seconds and then smiled, "I guess all men in the world are dreaming of having a beautiful and capable wife like you, right?" "Aren't you a man? Ask yourself if you want to know." Rachel curled her lips into a bitter smile.

No matter how beautiful and capable she was, she was not the type that Kenneth liked, and that man would not be gentle or thoughtful to her for the sake of her appearance.

It was true that when a man fell for a woman, he attached little importance to matters like whether she was outstanding or capable, or whether she could cook. Anyway, just as the saying went, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. As long as he liked her, then she would be superior to anyone in every aspect in his eyes.

Miles seemed not to notice her weird reaction. He stroked his head and asked in confusion, "I don't know."

Rachel was dumbfounded and a touch of surprise flashed across her eyes, "You haven't had a girlfriend yet?"

Are you kidding? Weren't hunks these days favored by women? But he was still single! What an miracle!

"No."

"What about any-girlfriend?"

"Uh... there is one." He pondered for a few seconds and answered.